Hours Of Amenities

Hours of amenities standing at its call Flowers to cast and dressed in shades to be Standing in the summer decline in the fall Anything that comes again to be free Point of surmise always in with what we learn Daydreams going forever into the deep Onward outfit losing to its reserved turn Mornings standing at odds for the nights to keep You and I and our song adjoining the rooms Colorful moments that never again come With their sweetness flowers and playing tongue Eloquent neglect of the summer blooms Where our heart and roots are now drying from Strangeness of the feelings that inside grows young